Twisted Loyalties

After my husband died in a car accident, I worked tirelessly running a small restaurant to raise my son, Henry. Right before Henry's wedding, I won eight million in the lottery. Thrilled, I decided to sell the restaurant and finally enjoy retirement. So, I called to tell Henry about selling the restaurant, his usually polite fiancée turned hostile. "You're not expecting us to support you, are you? We've barely started working!" She even warned Henry, "If you spend any of our money on your mom, the wedding's off!" Henry argued with her but then reassured me, promising, "You've worked hard enough, Mom. I'll take care of you." Feeling pretty good, I planned to give him two million to start a business. The next day, I got a call saying Henry had been in a serious car accident and urgently needed fifty thousand for surgery. I sent the money immediately, but afterward, Henry vanished. Desperate, I braved a storm to find him in his city, only to walk into a wedding at some fancy hotel. There's Henry, giving a toast and calling another woman "Mom." And, oh, sitting beside her? My "dead" husband from ten years ago.

My best friend and I were in relationships with the brothers from the Wilson Family, and we both got pregnant at the same time. She flaunted her relationship publicly, making everyone in Junopia know that Rick had left the monastery for her. On the other hand, I kept silent about my relationship with the heir of the Wilson Family. Thus, everyone mistakenly thought I was single. That was until my best friend saw my pregnancy report. In a fit of rage, she rallied a group of friends, stormed into my dorm, and vandalized my room with food waste. "I thought you were my best friend, and here you are, trying to steal my man," she accused. Not only did she live-stream this accusation, trying to paint me as the other woman, but she also spiked my chicken soup, hoping to get rid of my unborn child. In defiance, I poured the contaminated soup over her head. "Just so you know, Rick isn't the only Wilson brother," I retorted. Later, Rayden, the man who controlled Junopia, wrapped his arm around me and declared icily, "I've heard troubling rumors about my wife being called a mistress. We need to talk."

My husband has a dangerous condition - Jacob's syndrome, a rare genetic disorder where men carry an extra Y chromosome (XYY). But it's not just the genetics - he has an uncontrollable rage that turns him into a monster. It all started when I saved his life. After that, he became obsessed with me, relentlessly pursuing me for three years. He deliberately ran his car into my childhood sweetheart, leaving him permanently disabled. Then he threatened to kill my entire family unless I married him. For seven years after our marriage, his controlling behavior became pathological. He even had a tracking chip implanted in my body and completely controlled my freedom. Yet at the same time, he showered me with endless love and catered to my every wish. When my mother-in-law pointed her finger at me while speaking, he snapped it without hesitation. When my sister-in-law's child disturbed my afternoon nap, he threw them both out of the house and severed all family ties. I refused to have a child, terrified of what darkness might be passed down, so he invested his entire fortune into developing cutting-edge genetic screening technology, making it possible for me to conceive a healthy baby. But on the very day I discovered I was pregnant... My mother-in-law stormed into our home with a group of people, accusing me of having an affair and carrying another man's child. They beat me until I lost the baby. As I lay there barely clinging to life, my husband finally arrived. My mother-in-law thrust a doctored video in his face and said, "Troy! Your wife had an affair and got pregnant with another man's child. Look, here's the proof!"

Ming Fei dulunya adalah manusia biasa yang hidup di Bumi. Namun, takdirnya berubah drastis ketika ia tewas akibat peluru nyasar. Alih-alih terlahir kembali seperti kebanyakan kisah reinkarnasi, jiwanya justru menjadi jiwa pengembara, eksistensi tanpa tubuh yang terombang-ambing di dunia kultivasi selama 10,000 tahun. Hingga kesempatan akhirnya datang ketika ia menemukan seorang pemuda yang terluka parah dan berada di ambang kematian. Dengan kata-kata penghasut, Ming Fei membujuk pemuda itu agar menyerahkan tubuhnya secara sukarela. Dan kini takdir barunya perlahan terukir kembali. Dunia kultivasi akan segera mengenal namanya. Lanjut baca biar gak penasaran!!

"Aku benar-benar telah hidup kembali? Tu-tunggu! Kemana perginya semua pakaianku? Jika benar aku terlahir kembali kenapa aku bisa telanjang begini?!" Dania Ansel menatap kedua telapak tangannya dengan heran dan dia sangat terkejut mendapati dirinya hidup kembali setelah kecelakaan beberapa saat yang lalu. Pandangan matanya tiba-tiba terasa berkunang-kunang. Dania menoleh ke samping dan mendapati pria asing berbaring telanjang di sampingnya. "Kepalaku rasanya nyeri dan sakit! Pria ini, kenapa dia terlihat familiar? Sebenarnya apa yang terjadi padaku?" Pria yang dibahasnya tadi tersenyum miring lalu mencengkeram dagu Dania. "Lupakah kamu sudah meracuniku? Aku sangat jijik padamu, ternyata kamu tidak hanya memiliki tabiat buruk tapi ternyata juga sangat menjijikkan!" Dania menggelengkan kepalanya dengan panik dan cemas. Tatapan dingin dan kejam dari mata pria itu tidak diragukan lagi bahwa pria di sisinya itu bisa saja membunuhnya. Tiba-tiba ingatan tentang bagaimana mereka bisa berakhir seperti itu muncul di dalam kepalanya. Dania sungguh menyesalinya. Dia menginginkan putra mahkota untuk menjadi suaminya bukan jenderal bengis dan dingin seperti pria pemarah di ranjangnya itu! "Baiklah aku akui aku salah, tapi salahkan dirimu yang meminum minuman milik putra mahkota!" Sejak malam itu, Dania Ansel yang awalnya seorang dokter terkenal terpaksa harus berganti nama menjadi Waning seorang gadis lugu dan ceroboh, putri dari seorang tabib kerajaan.

แม่ทัพไร้พ่ายอย่างเขา ต้องแต่งงานตามสัญญาหมั้นหมายกับเจ้าสาวที่ได้ชื่อว่าเป็นสตรีที่เรียบร้อยอ่อนหวาน แต่ที่อยู่ตรงหน้าข้านี่คือสิ่งใด ''เรียนท่านแม่ทัพ ฮูหยินน้อยหายไปขอรับ''

It was something that Lissa had wanted ever she laid eyes on their newly appointed supervisor over the small but continuously growing company that she works for. He's gorgeous as hell. And everybody wants him. Sometimes, Lissa even thinks about whenever she 'plays' with herself. But of course, everything that she fantasies will remain as a fantasy. That supervisor of hers is bisexual and prefers to do the deed with men. But that's until she hears a little something from a little birdie in the table next to her. "Karma is a bitch, and revenge is best served cold --- bitter and kicking." As the messed up relationship between Anthony and Lissa grows passionately everyday, a text message from an unknown number will disrupt their lives. The text message contained a few sentences, something vague and Anthony thought it was only a scam for there are so many opportunistic folks in the world. However, the next day when he turned up for work with Lissa holding his hand, a certain woman wearing a Burgundy lipstick rattled him to the core. It was Tessa. Armed with vengeance and a story that could potentially destroy the empire Anthony's father has built. "So... what's your plan now, Mr. Lee?" Tessa leaned closer, whispering words laced with venom to his ear. "Will you cave in, or... would you like the world to know what kind of twisted son a of a bitch you really are." Anthony swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His head was spinning and his world was crashing and burning and breaking in different places. And so it's true, Karma comes after everyone eventually. And this is his. "What do you want?" Tessa licked her lips then smirked. "Isn't it obvious?" She chuckled, her fingers traveling down his pants. "You."

Olivia married John against all odds—despite the whispers, the wealth gap, and a mother-in-law who made no secret of her hatred. For three years, Olivia gave her all to the marriage, but her inability to conceive became a weapon used to tear her down. When a woman from John’s past reappears with a son she claims is his, Olivia’s fragile world shatters. Betrayed and accused of crimes she didn’t commit, Olivia is cast out with nothing but her pride and pain. But the woman who once crawled through life rises stronger than ever. A new city, a new life, and an unexpected connection with a mysterious prince help her reclaim her worth—but fate isn’t finished with her yet. When Olivia’s job unexpectedly leads her back into John’s world, long-buried secrets begin to surface—secrets that could not only clear her name, but destroy everything the Luther family has built. Love, lies, and legacy collide as Olivia fights not just for justice, but for the truth about her past. And just when it seems the wounds are healing, a devastating revelation threatens to undo everything. The man she once loved is the son of the very people who destroyed her family. Will Olivia choose vengeance, or will love have the final say.

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

He’s known as The Dark—ruthless, feared, and untouchable. She's as pure as the came, naive and beautiful. It all began when she moved her little Pastry right across the street where The Den, a dark wall of velvet sin, displayed its darkness. Now he can't stay away. He likes the chase, the little game they play, cause he knows he will win in the end. But Dormani Diavolo doesn't fall in love. He claims. He consumes. And he wants her. Most sinfully, one could fathom. A dark mafia romance about innocence, obsession, and the kiss that could ruin them both.